Page 15 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

I feed her the rest of the plate of foot, but my mind is elsewhere.

Once she’s swallowed the last bite, I turn her to face me, forcing her to straddle me. Her body’s a temptation I’ll never get over—warmth radiating through my jeans. “I’m going to slide inside you,” I grunt, thumb circling her clit without mercy. Her breath hitches. “When Daddy needs relief? I’ll hit it hard, baby. As hard as I like.” “Until it hurts?” she whispers, tracing a circle on my cheek playing the game with me. “Sometimes, but then, you’ll get all those good funny feelings again.” I rip the shirt over her head, drinking in how pink and perfect she is—untouched except by me. “And this?” I twist her clit between thumb and forefinger until she yelps. “This is your special spot and I’m going to spend a lot of time kissing, licking, touching...” My palm skims the valley between her breasts.

“I’m marking every inch again today,” I say, licking a stripe up her neck. She’s got that sweet little strawberry scent from the bath I gave her early this morning, my mouth a beast devouring her sweetness. I reach down and free myself from my pants, then lift her and guide the tip to her wetness.

“Open wider.” I grip her hips sharply until she complies.

“Is this good?” She strains to open her legs as she leans against me.“Very good. Now, sit on it.” I tell her grazing the flesh of her neck with my teeth.

“Oh God—” Her fingers knot in my hair as I push her down.

“Be a brave girl and let Daddy in. Are you mine now?” My teeth scrape her earlobe, her body opens, my cock buried inside her as we both heave in deep breaths. She nods, and I lift herknees, position her little feet on the edges of the chair, driving deeper than before. “Answer me.” “Yes—Daddy,” she gasps. I slam into her relentlessly, her cries echoing off the walls until the room spins, everything narrowing down to how good she feels wrapped around me. “You’re… too deep this way.” “Take it all,” I snarl, pumping faster when her channel pulses against my shaft.

Her fingernails rake down the sides of my neck as we crash toward the edge again. I catch a breast in my hand, thumb rubbing that stiff peak into a burning point until she’s fucking back as hard as I am. When the climax rips through me, I’m blind. Her walls milking every drop of come from what feels like my bones.

We collapse into each other, the scent of breakfast and sex swirling around us. My forehead rests against her shoulder as I realize this girl has carved herself into the places of me where I was emptier than I would ever admit. Her body goes limp and her hands are in my hair, clinging like she’ll never let go.

“I love my Daddy.”

“I love my daughter.” Another spurt of cum shoot up from my balls as I’m buried deep inside her hot little cunt.

She’s never getting away. I’ll make sure of it.

Because she’s mine now.

And I’m never letting her forget it.

Chapter 7

Lily

Two Months Later

It’s raining.

Not the kind that lashes and screams, but the soft kind. The kind that makes the whole world feel like a lullaby.

I’m curled up in his lap, wrapped in his hoodie, watching the drops slide down the window.

His hand rests over my belly. Sticky between my legs from when he had me on all fours just an hour ago. I’m showing now.

Just a little.

Enough that his touch lingers there more often than not. School’s over, I graduated early. Top of my class thanks to Daddy.

He’s quiet. But I know that silence.

"How many times do you look at me like that in a day?" I whisper.

His thumb circles my belly.

"Every damn time I blink."

I turn in his arms, and his eyes are molten.

"You did this to me, Daddy."

"Damn right I did. And I’m not done."